Cinema Secret

This week’s been stressful — work piling up, people not doing what they should be doing, people who should know better claiming like Manuel in Faulty Towers "I know nothing" and no space for Davina to really appear and help me escape this nonsense and stress - I'm sure my blood pressure is up - I need to check it and maybe get it checked out if it is high.

No makeup, no heels, no mirror to pause in front of crossdressed.

Not until September, most likely.

But tonight, at the cinema, I wore a little secret: black nylon and lace knickers under my shorts. I'd had them on since my shower in the morning after 3.5 miles walk and worked from home wearing them.

Nothing anyone else could see, but I felt them. I knew. That quiet thrill of femininity underneath my “normal” clothes — it felt a bit liberating. A small rebellion.

It’s not the same as fully dressing. Not even close. I still crave that full presentation — makeup, perfume, a nice dress, heels, time to transform and escape the stress.

That’s what truly resets me. But these moments matter too. They’re like gentle reminders:

I’ve got three pairs of lovely nylon and lace black knickers. So comfy, so soft.

I’ve already worn two this week, and tomorrow — working from home — I’ll be slipping into the third pair and Friday washing and drying them (done and back in the boxer short draw).

Just for me.

I secretly wash and dry them - Advantage of working from home, part of my little hidden ritual. A quiet act of self-care, folding them, tucking them away.

Wearing lingerie like this doesn’t make the stress disappear.

It doesn’t fully replace dressing. But it adds something — a touch of softness to the day, a reminder of who I am underneath it all.

And for now, that will have to be enough

Davina